that I couldn't see the forest for the trees, was all about me,
that I couldn't see.
The forest was dark and crowded with trees and they were all screaming at me
the forest was dark and damp and the shadows lept and the branches crept
and they were all directed at me.
then one day i looked, in the middle of it all and there,
there wasn't even a tree
the branches i saw didn't care at all and the roots had dried, there was nothing inside
and there was barely anything left of me
the waters had died all caresses subsided, no more voices lied
no more i spied
Koutsombolia i stumbled and fell
Glossofagia and ate my own tongue
Blue eyes turn black, its safer like that
and somehow, I’d broken the spell.